Forgiven: My mother, cocaine, and Jesus Christ

Mother Mary, so lost in life.
Kiss away the tears of shame.
Never underestimate the power of addiction, the strength of weakness, nor the will of denial.

Mother Mary so soft and gentle.
Heal the wounded with an easy hand.
Your love is true, but blurred about the edges.
I will remain strong for the both of us.
I will hold your fears.
I have played the martyr before and I learned that the pain fades with time much like the joys of youth.

Mother Mary, I have fallen from grace.
It seems to have thrown me down.
How can I begin to heal if I don't understand my disease?
Who will hold my hand?
Who will pray for me?
I cannot trust a faith that has left me so alone.
Is there no salvation for a scared little girl?
Why can't I be so justified?
Who declared my secrets sinful?

Mother Mary, I miss your simple beauty.
I am lost with and without your ways of comfort.
I will surely fail in life, as in so many other ill-advised attempts to nail myself up next to saints.

Mother Mary, Forgive me.